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The more I start to miss you.
The more I want to paint the skies
after the rainy day passed by me.
I wrote both everything
that passed on while I’m done.
But I’m not lost or missing,
I’ve found myself one day
leaving the world for something
that made me fall in love
with the likes of you.
The more I love you.
The more I want to tell the world
that I’m grateful to be with
someone like you to hold me.